rena's poetry. I am Seventeen Italian bloods in me Built with a past no one will match little fear I have left to exceed curious brown eyes looking into alls mind a open mind to pursue the world mistakes being made contributing to me well grounded to life with more to come lost so much in a lifetime still looking at the bright side so much is unclear exploring the world beliefs of my own not necessarily following what has been known feeling free to express me caring less what others may think seeing the unsightly is what I dream anger and stress usually breaks out of me submitting my best to make me at least some of this you better believe because all of this contributes to me making me making me what I am
I am a degenerate Dark features Skins of olives and browns Venturing to a new place America The WASPS nest Entering the nest to make a better life Finding only to be stung at every move made WASPS are not like us Light features and light skins Apparently what true Americans should be The more stings received the more they believe They believe they are what the WASPS say If they don’t They do not dare to rise against The stinging will get worse Degenerates can’t win For now just believe Until something better comes along You are a degenerate We are degenerates
I am a half caste Young and free
Living my life how I want it to be
Until the sate comes to segregate me
Only because they want to bring out the white in me
Forcing me to assimilate into something I really don’t want to be
From this white blood flowing through my body my heart aches in me
All I want is to go home to my aboriginal family
Not caring when they see how unhappy they are making me
This pain and sorrow will stay with me always
Even once I’m grown and free
All because i have this little bit of white in me all becaouseI am half cast
I am
Seventeen Italian bloods in me
Built with a past no one will match
little fear I have left to exceed
curious brown eyes looking into alls mind
a open mind to pursue the world
mistakes being made contributing to me
well grounded to life with more to come
lost so much in a lifetime still looking at the bright side
so much is unclear exploring the world
beliefs of my own not necessarily following what has been known
feeling free to express me caring less what others may think
seeing the unsightly is what I dream
anger and stress usually breaks out of me
submitting my best to make me
at least some of this you better believe
because all of this contributes to me
making me
making me what I am
I am a degenerate
Dark features
Skins of olives and browns
Venturing to a new place
America
The WASPS nest
Entering the nest to make a better life
Finding only to be stung at every move made
WASPS are not like us
Light features and light skins
Apparently what true Americans should be
The more stings received the more they believe
They believe they are what the WASPS say
If they don’t
They do not dare to rise against
The stinging will get worse
Degenerates can’t win
For now just believe
Until something better comes along
You are a degenerate
We are degenerates
I am a half caste
Young and free
Living my life how I want it to be
Until the sate comes to segregate me
Only because they want to bring out the white in me
Forcing me to assimilate into something I really don’t want to be
From this white blood flowing through my body my heart aches in me
All I want is to go home to my aboriginal family
Not caring when they see how unhappy they are making me
This pain and sorrow will stay with me always
Even once I’m grown and free
All because i have this little bit of white in me
all becaouse I am half cast